Unexpected

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Miley's POV

  "Baby, wake up."

  Fingers were being brought lightly up and down my arm. A kiss was placed softly on my lips. I moved my arm and head to a more comfortable position, hoping to go back to sleep.

  "Wake up beautiful." I heard in my ear followed by a gentle kiss on my temple.

  "I'm sleeping." I mumbled.

  I felt Justin's body move from mine, and I didn't like it. I let out a groan and tried to open my eyes but I just couldn't.

  "Baby, don't leave me." I complained.

  "Get up." He said.

  "What time is it?"

  "Its five and we have stuff to do."

  I pushed myself up. I sat there confused as I rubbed my eyes. Finally, I opened them and could barely see shirtless Justin.

  "Like what?" I yawned.

  He walked closer to me and grabbed my hands, pulling me up to my feet. He let go of my hands and walked over to turn on the kitchen light which hurt my unadjusted eyes for a little bit. He had a smile on his face as he made his way into the kitchen. I followed him over there to watch what he was doing.

  "I was thinking that I could start the day off by making breakfast for my lovely girlfriend." He winked.

  I smiled a little bit as he was looking through cupboards and the fridge and drawers for the right cooking supplies and ingredients.

  "This early?" I questioned.

  "You can't get stuff done if you wait to do it." He explained.

  "What are we supposed to be doing today?"

  He ignored me and got out a bowl and measuring and sat it down next to a box of pancake mix. The first thing he did was put the pancake mix in the bowl. Then, he grabbed the measuring cup and studied the back of the box before measuring out water and putting it in the bowl.

  I walked behind him, and looked over his shoulder. After opening the carton, he grabbed an egg and cracked the outside putting the insides in. A fork was in his hand after cleanly cracking the egg, and he moved it around the bowl.

  "Will you get me out a pan and vegetable oil please?" He asked as the powdery mix began to mix with the water.

  Without an answer, I did as he said. By the time I had gotten the pan and oil, his ingredients were mixed. He walked over to the stove and sat the bowl next to it, and grabbed a spatula for a drawer near by. He turned on the stove and waited for it to heat up. As he waited, he got some bacon and another pan and started the process of cooking that.

  "What do you want with your pancakes?" He asked as he walked to the sink.

  He wet his finger tips and walked back to the stove. He splashed the water onto the pan and watched it sizzle. He poured some oil on the pan, and then spaced out some pancake batter.

  "Let me make you something." I insisted.

  "Alright, deal." He smiled.

  I walked over to the fridge and placed my hand on the handle, getting a good grip before pulling it open. My eyes scanned the contents of the refrigerator before grabbing some shredded cheese. I let the fridge close, and walked over to the counter that had the egg carton on it. I grabbed a bowl and cracked a couple of eggs in it. Then, I stirred them up so the whites and yolk were a light yellow.